My name is Sharon and this story is largely based on what happened in my life when I was 30 years old. At the time, I had been married for about 8 years to Robert, who was 33 at the time.
In general, life was good. In fact, our sex life was excellent. My husband was certainly more adventurous than I, but we both had our favorite fantasies.
Here’s what he would often tell me while we were making love, “Sharon imagine that you are dressed provocatively and walk into one of the classy nearby hotel bars where businessman are known to frequent. You sit at a table by yourself making yourself available for some action…. Not too much longer, an older, worldly businessman invites himself over to your table. He buys you some drinks and chats you up. All the while, I am sitting in a corner watching you get seduced and ready to act in case it gets out of hand. But, of course, I’m hoping that doesn’t happen and he gets you to his room. Eventually, he makes his move and asks you for a nightcap in his room.”
“Once in the elevator, he pushes you into the corner and aggressively starts to kiss your neck and mouth while squeezing your titties. Once the elevator gets to his floor you straighten up. He grabs your hand and you walk toward his room. You get to the door of his room and realize that you about to do something you have never done before – fuck a man not your husband!! Once inside, he realizes that he has you – the younger woman.”
“After kissing and caressing you all over, he forces you to your knees and so you can start unbuckling his pants. He pulls out his dick, which is bigger than mine, and puts his hands behind your head so he can push his dick deep into your mouth. Since you are such a good cocksucker, you quickly get him good and hard. But that’s not enough. He wants more – your pussy! He pushes you face down onto the bed and takes you from behind.”
At about this time in the story, my husband would invite his friend, our big black dildo, to finish me off. Not only was it long, it was very thick!! That was much different than my husband who was about 5” long and of average width. “He pushes his dick into you. After thrusting hard he grabs your hips hard, holds you, grunts, and you know that he is breeding you with his cum.”
I never let on as to how much I really liked that dildo since it really stretched me wide and rubbed my clitoris in all the right places. While the ”businessman” was fucking me, I would usually grab my husband’s cock and jerk him off until he came all over my hand.
Of course, my husband tried to turn this into something more than a sheer fantasy. While I found it to be quite erotic, I was not terribly interested in carrying it out in real life. While he suggested it on numerous occasions, he eventually gave up when I never showed any interest.
I happened to work at a large computer company that had a lot of younger people. One day, when I was in the company lunchroom, John, one of my co-workers walked up next to me, put his hands on my shoulders and whispered, “Sharon, you need to join us on Friday night instead of staying home alone when your husband is gone! You need to take advantage of your freedom when you have that chance!”
John, who was about 6’2” and quite muscular, was handsome with devilish good looks. I was guessing that he must have been an athlete in the past. And he was constantly trying to chat up during those times when he knew my husband was out of town - which was all too often.
John knew that my husband traveled quite often and was usually gone for several weeks at a time. It was after that he realized my husband had been gone for a while that he would start to really work on me. I don’t know if it was obvious that I was lonely and ready for some male attention or what. His usual tactics would be to try to get me to go out to Happy Hour Fridays after work. I knew my weaknesses …. if I got some drinks in me I might get easily tempted!! It’s for that reason that I steadfastly resisted. In fact, even though I HAD been tempted on a couple of occasions the longer my husband had been away, I had always held firm.
While my sex life up to that point in time was quite good, it all dramatically changed after my husband contracted a very serious illness. Up to this point in our relationship, we had probably had sex a thousand times. However, after he got home from the hospital and life returned to some semblance of normal, the poor guy couldn’t get it up anymore. How frustrating!!! And I mean for all of us! This went on for a number of months before he went to the doctor and learned that there had been serious urological damage that could not be easily reversed.
I was definitely in love with him, but I’m a real woman with real needs. Our sexual frustration went on for several months, but this was turning into a real problem. Heck, I was only 30 at the time and at the height of my sexuality. I needed to have those needs filled.
Fearing it would lead to the breakup of our marriage if we didn’t do something dramatic, my husband suggested that we figure out some way to keep me satisfied. But I told him how could we do anything if he couldn’t perform?
During one of our now many discussions on this topic, he brought up that long lost fantasy about the businessman. Wow! I was blown away. I had forgotten about that crazy fantasy. It didn’t take me long to dismiss it outright. But, the alternative surely wasn’t terribly appealing either. After we continued the discussion, he asked me if the businessman wasn’t appropriate if there was somebody else that I might be interested in me that might serve as a surrogate.
He then started quizzing me about guys that might be possible partners. I eventually had to admit that there was one guy at work, John, that had tried to ask me out on several occasions who I did find attractive. It’s never easy admitting to your husband that you are attracted to another man, but he seemed to take it in stride. Only problem was that John was black. That’s not something that I thought that I should tell my husband. What if he didn’t approve?
“When was the last time that he asked you out? So, if the opportunity presents itself, do you think that you would like to get it on with John?”
“Honestly, it’s been a while since he last asked…. I don’t really know about this ….. Maybe.” Reluctantly, I had said maybe because even I realized that we needed to do SOMETHING.
Not too long after that conversation, my husband left on a 5 week trip to Germany. He had told me before he left, “If you want to use this opportunity to get laid… It’s OK with me. You’re on birth control so it doesn’t really matter if he cums inside you.” His suggestion sure shocked the hell out of me. If that’s the case I am going to need to be more diligent about taking my birth control because it really hadn’t mattered of late. Hell, what’s the point if there is no possibility of getting laid?
“But … If you go through with it.… I want to hear all the details when I got back.”
I was hardly convinced that I wanted to do it - even if I had permission. But, I was really missing a good hard dick every once in a while. I never masturbated myself….. Was never into that… Really preferred the real thing…. And it had been a long time….
After he was gone for about 2 weeks, that familiar itch had started to set in. What a dilemma!!! My pussy was seriously in need…. But, could I go through with it?
Finally, I decided that I needed to give this some thought. Maybe, I would just make out with John. He could get me off, and then I would give him the excuse that I was married. Or I could just blow him…
A few days later, I spotted John in the lunchroom. Walking by him, I played coy and decided that I would start a conversation to find out if the group was still going out on Friday night. But I wanted to be subtle about how I did it. So, I just asked him about one of our colleagues who’s a real ass. John took the bait and ran with it. As the conversation proceeded, I dropped a subtle hint that my husband had been out of town for the last few weeks and was probably not going to be back for another three. As we continued to talk, I couldn’t help but ask if the Friday night group was still going out on a regular basis.
“Yeah, we still go most Friday nights. In fact, we’ll be going out this Friday. Want to join us? You know you need to get out and enjoy that freedom!” Then he winked at me.
“It’s a possibility. I have been pretty bored lately and might have some time. Let me think about it.”
I saw his smile and the wheels turning…..
When that Friday morning came, I decided that I was definitely going to go to Happy Hour and would go all out for the occasion. I hadn’t had to attract anybody in a long time, but this was an opportunity to be a real woman so I had wanted to look my best. I still had a good body that could turn heads. What the hell. Let’s live a little bit!!!
Years ago, when my husband was trying to convince me to seduce “the businessmen”, he had bought me some slitted panties as part of my outfit. His theory was that you wanted to make it easy for the guy to gain access. Wear dresses, not pants. Easy access to the pussy. I grabbed the slitted panties from the drawer. Imagine what a guy must be thinking when he rubs your panties and he immediately slides his fingers in your wet pussy. Must be an instant hard-on!!
I wore a simple dress with spaghetti straps so that all he would need to do his slide the straps down so he could suck and nibble on my titties. Easy access. Like you need to tell that to a girl. We all know how to get a guy to fuck us. I was started to get wet just thinking about the possibilities. How big was he? Would he try to fuck me in the bar? Get me in the car? Or wait to get me home?
But I also wondered when the moment came if I would really go through with it? My pussy definitely said yes. My mind was much less sure.
John and I ran into each other about 930 that morning. “Who are YOU meeting tonight, Sharon? Got a hot date? Not sure that I have ever seen you looking that sexy.” His comments and the way he looked at me sure made me felt good.
“Well……..”, I stammered, “…….I was thinking that I might want to join the group tonight. Is that OK……?”
I could see from the look on his face that it was more than OK. What he was really thinking about was that this might be his big opportunity to push his dick deep into my pussy.
The day dragged on as all I could think about what might happen and how nervous I really was. And how horny it was making me!! It’s sure been a long time. A real dick would sure feel good! But as the day wore on, I was starting to feel apprehensive – especially as the time drew nearer.
About 330, John popped into my office to give me an update. I could see the excitement on his face. He was already thinking that he was going to get lucky. But, would he? Or would I chicken out?
He said that about 6 of us would meet at 500 at a nearby club. I decided to leave work exactly at 500, but was very apprehensive – especially as I drove up to the club. Should I really go in? Or should I just blow this off and go home? I had never done anything like this. I knew my husband had tentatively approved it. But talking about it was one thing…. Doing it was totally another.
Finally, I decided that I needed to stop being a prude and take some chances. But what about my birth control. I had started taking it more regularly. But, was I really protected?
When I got there I noticed that I was the first one to arrive. Umm. That was a little strange. Maybe, this was a mistake. Definitely think I needed a drink….
I had only been sitting for a few minutes when the door swung open and John proudly strutted through. After he grabbed a drink, we sat down and chatted for a while. Not too much longer he got a text from one our co-workers which said that they were still finishing a deadline and that they said that it would be a while before they made it over.
So, for now, it was just John and me. A few drinks later… Wow, the alcohol was going straight to my head… It was especially bad given that I had not eaten in hours. Damn, I couldn’t help but notice how good looking John was. Was he a good kisser? My panties were already starting to consider the possibilities…
A half hour later, I was wondering…… Was anybody else really coming??? Or was this some scheme John had concocted to seduce me? Was I just another that would fall prey to John’s good looks? But, given the real buzz I had I was not sure that I really cared all that much anymore!!
We had been there for about hour and half when a slow song came on the juke box. John took the initiative, grabbed my hand, and led me to the dance floor. It was so different holding another man’s hand. Hadn’t happened in such a long time.
As we started to dance, I reflexively put my arms around his neck. He then put his hands on the small of my back and slowly starting rubbing me. He looked me in the eyes, “Sharon, I’ve always hoped that I would get this chance. You look so sexy in that outfit. What a turn-on. I only wish that you would dress like that more often.” He then grabbed me tighter and pressed his body closer to mine. I could feel exactly HOW turned on he was. Damn, that black cock was pressing against my belly. Wow, maybe, it was true what they say about blacks!! Definitely bigger than my husband! Probably as big as my husband’s “businessman friend”.
He was only inches away from my face and leaned forward to kiss me. I was not so sure about this ….. So I played hard to get, but one of his hands cupped the back of my neck so that I couldn’t move. What a sweet innocent kiss. Very romantic actually. He pulled back, looked me in the eyes, and then kissed me a second time. This time he lingered and lightly used his tongue on my lips. I love good kissing!! So, I instinctively parted my lips slightly. His tongue started exploring my mouth. But, it was not just his tongue that was doing the exploring. I could feel his other hand moving lower. In fact, it was heading toward my ass!!! At the same time, he pressed his dick into my belly. It was so, so close!! Just a little bitty cloth and panties with a wide open slit was all that separate his hard dick from my pussy! If only he knew how easily he could slide his dick into me if only he moved my dress up a small amount. And I’m not sure that I could have stopped him if I wanted! For sure, his big black cock would slide in easily given how sloppy wet I was getting from all this male attention, which had been sorely missing recently in my life. I’m telling you…, It would sure feel good to have that big dick in my pussy.
But then the song ended….. That was a pity since I had been really getting into it. In fact, I had unconsciously started grinding my pussy along his leg. After we sat down, he said to me, “Sharon, you were really getting into that.”
I blurted out as only a drunk person could, “Well, it has been a long time.” His eyes opened wide as that comment totally caught him off guard. And me too!
“How is that possible if you are married?”
I was backed into a corner, so I had to be honest. I explained the situation with my husband, but had fibbed during major portions to protect both my husband and not make it seem like I was out looking to get lucky. But, the cat was out of the bag. I could only imagine what he was thinking.
To break that awkward moment, I stood up to go to the bathroom and, wow, was I wobbly!! This is not good. There were lots of things moving around – including me! That made me wonder whether I would really be able to make it home given all the alcohol that we had drunk? When I returned from the restroom, John suggested that since it was getting late, and I was ‘three sheets to the wind’ as he phrased it, that I should leave my car at the club and he could drive me home. We could pick up my car tomorrow. Had to admit. He’s got a point. I shouldn’t be driving. Seems like a good idea.
As we got near his car it became obvious that my story about me not getting any in a long time must have gotten John all revved up. As I was about to open the car door, he pushed me up against the car, grabbed my head and started kissing my lips, and then quickly moved down my neck with soft, wet kisses. Right where we left off on the dance floor!! He caught me by surprise, but what a turn-on! Women love confident men!
Well, confident he clearly was because he decided to move his hand under my dress and started feeling my ass. And there wasn’t much panty there to protect it from his bare hands!! He started to get awfully close to my pussy… And it was on fire !!! I grabbed his hand and told him, “’John, I’m married, you know that I can’t let you do that.” Wasn’t sure that it would stop him in the least bit. Nor was I sure that I wanted him to stop!!! Finally, I told him, “John, I need to get home.”
On the drive home, I could tell how inebriated I really was. Wow! Between the alcohol and our making out, I was in another world.
We pulled up into the driveway and he grabbed my hand as we walked through the door. I started to get really apprehensive as we got closer to the door. This was starting to become more real now.
What excuse was I going to give him? I couldn’t let him in. I would never be able to resist him once we were in the house. I was a married woman. A little making out while dancing was one thing, but letting a complete stranger fuck me was quite another.